He covered his forefinger and depressed the ‘down’ button, then flicked the garment toward the opposite hallway wall to remove any lingering bacte...ia. He replaced it in his pocket, folding the soiled part inside. He did all this gingerly, careful not to shift the fabric of his pants and raise his discomfort any further.The elevator chimed and the door opened revealing a smallish man leaning against the back wall, absorbed in his iPhone.Oh, wonderful. Occupied.Reginald sighed, annoyed that he. We are cuddling each other in sweat smelling each other making sexy noises, she dragged me to the top and hugged me tight saying that “I am feeling shy, don’t see me like that”, I laughed at her and said wait and see. then she got up making me lay down on the bed and started kissing me all over my face and removed my t shirt kissing my nipples and bite them slowly and laughed at me. I was just seeing her beauty living the moment. She has her free hair falling on my face, as she was playing with. The only way to salvage this venture is if this turns out to have notes by someone famous, like songs Elvis never got around to recording, or an unpublished story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.When you finally get home, you pop open the notebook to see if there's anything worthwhile written in it, and find several things written in entry form. It seems this was a diary for someone once upon a time. You begin reading the entries on the crisp white pages, hoping to find something interesting.XY34!! I. My husband awoke before I did and began his morning routine. He started his coffee, went to the restroom and put on his robe, ready to go out onto the balcony. I was fake sleeping in the bed but I had kicked off the sheets, exposing myself to him. My naked body posed temptation to my husband; would he act and move for sex? Or would he continue with his morning routine, waiting for me to wake up? Luckily for me, after much temptation, he made a move. As he walked closer and knelt on the bed, I.